Original poem: ★ Night scene (1)
The sound of the city has died away.
Like the tide leaving the beach.
Under every gray roof
Have a sleeping soul.
The last old carriage passed by ... there were laborers outside the palace gate.
Sleeping on a cold stone slab,
Wake up in the middle of the night and kick your partner,
He said he heard crying,
No matter far or near,
In the abandoned palace, the heavy doors are closed,
On the rostrum full of crows.
So there are more strange answers,
Said that one evening,
I once saw a stone lion in tears ... and left with a sigh.
The night wind shook the hay over the city.
March 28(th)
(Original title "Night Scene". From Hanyuan Collection,1March, 936, Commercial Press)